Letters to the Editor: An appreciation of those who toil in the fields and keep us fed

I am reminded of the opening line of Charles Bukowski's poem "The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth." It begins, "If I suffer at ...
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Tornado Imagined from Far Away

Some homes almost disappeared, / as if the atoms that had made them were gone.” ...
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Elizabeth Bishop’s “At the Fishhouses”

The poem confirmed the ascent of a rare new voice—a mesmerizing voice that became indispensable to American verse.